My New Houseplant 2
The plant- really more fauna than flora- had empathic powers, able to read exactly what I wanted at a touch and pleasure me with a skill unmatched by any man I’d ever fucked. During the month I’d spent raising it from a seedling and half a year of the best sex of my life, we’d fostered a strong mental and emotional connection. It came as a surprise, however, the first time I felt its presence in my mind without physical contact. I’d been worried all week. It had begun looking tired and unhealthy, the green of its vines fading to a sickly near-gray. Was it dying? I couldn’t be sure. Its symptoms weren’t listed in the care manual. But even though it had come with a lifetime guarantee from the manufacturer, I didn’t want a …